A Threat or a Tease? // [Katrina/Cantara 92nd]
Sept 29, 2022 13:25:30 GMT -5
Post by admin kay on Sept 29, 2022 13:25:30 GMT -5
CANTARA KANANSIS
Cantara had a constellation of sweat blossoming along the bridge of her nose. She'd been cycling through the weapons stations for the last two days, moving methodically from one to the next. Her arms ached. Her thighs were on fire. At some point the endorphin high had become so familiar, so latent, that she simply existed in the zone. She spoke with the trainers when necessary but otherwise her mind stayed quiet while her body worked and worked and worked.
She knew she could not rely purely on her brains, not with tributes in the District 10 boys. She needed her body to know what to do too. Muscule memory would be secret weapon.
It was nearing lunch time. Her stomach had long ago gone quiet. She'd mostly been drinking protein shakes and then bingeing late in the evenings. Having anything else weighing her down just made her feel like vomiting. Cantara flipped her spear, pointy end up, and took a moment to look around the Center. For the last hour or so she'd felt like she was being watched. Not just the passive assessment of the trainers and Gamemakers, but something else. She couldn't decide if the attention came from friend or foe.
A few more tributes sprinted towards the dining hall. She watched them, wondering what it would be like to have such easy company, and visibly shuddered when Katrina Sykes, District 4, spoke.
"What?" Cantara asked, picking indigo buds out of her ears. With her other hand she gripped her spear tightly. "Did you want something from me?"
